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Ryder On The Storm by Violet Patterson
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"I'm not your friend, Bella," I whispered, shaking my head. "Trust me, you don't want that. I don't want that."
Bella cocked her head to the side, still oblivious to the chaos swirling inside of me. A strand of chestnut hair fell and hugged the curve of her jaw. Her lip quirked and without blinking, she pressed, "Why not?"
"Just, no. I'm not what you'd call friend material," I rasped, gulping again. God, how I wanted a drink, something to bring me back down to earth and rationality. My throat throbbed, recalling the familiar soothing burn.
Her gaze slid up and down my face, roaming, searching for something. I wasn't sure what she saw in my features, but abruptly, a small, pale hand darted out, and before I could react, reached up and smoothed back one of the unruly tufts of hair standing out from the side of my head. Softly, even tenderly, her fingers skimmed down the side of my face, slowing when her fingertips hit the grit of my days-old stubble. My breathing caught, and as much as I wanted to duck and dodge her advance, my body froze beneath her willing touch. Just as it had been before, it was like nothing else, the feel of her touching me, willingly, gently. Where her skin departed, mine felt hot, almost feverish. For a fragile, fleeting moment, my body sighed, relishing the feel of something so different, forgetting everything. That second of contact was so unexpected and so… good, I had to suppress a groan of longing.
"What are you so afraid of?" she whispered, her watchful eyes following the trace of her fingers. Her lips were parted just so and I could only stare stupidly as they moved.
I wanted to shove her away and tell her to leave me the fuck alone. I wanted to wrap my hand around hers and touch her the way she was touching me. I wanted to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted to understand what the fuck was happening to me. But more than anything else, I wanted to fucking breathe again.